Fourth Time Around

When she said, "Don't waste your words, they're just lies," I cried she was deaf
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 And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, and said, "What else you got left?"
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 It was then that I got up to leave, but she said, "Don't forget
 Everybody must give something back for something they get"
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 I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum, I asked her how come
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 And she buttoned her boot, and straightened her suit, and she said, "Don't get cute"
 So I forced my hands in my pockets and felt with my thumbs
 And gallantly handed her my very last piece of gum
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 She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where everyone walked
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 And after finding out I'd forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked
 
 I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, and I tried to make sense
 Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair that leaned up against
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 Her Jamaica rum, and when she did come, I asked her for some
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 She said, "No, dear," I said, "Your words aren't clear, you'd better spit out your gum"
 
 She screamed 'til her face got so red, then she fell on the floor
 And I covered up and then thought I'd go look through her drawer
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 And when I was through, I filled up my shoe and brought it to you
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 And you, you took me in, you loved me then, you never wasted time
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 And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch
 Now don't ask for mine